If 6 Was 9

by Jimi HendrixYeah, sing a song,
Bro'If the sun
refuse to shine,I don't mind,I don't mind,If the mountains fell in the sea,Let it be,It ain't me.Alright, 'cos I got my own world
to look through,And I ain't gonna copy you.Now if, ah, 6 turned out to be
9,I don't mind, I don't mind,Alright, if the hippies cut off
all their hair,I don't care, I don't care.Dig, 'cos I got my own world to
live throughAnd I ain't gonna copy you.White collared conservative flashing
down the street,Pointing their plastic finger at
me.They're hoping soon my kind will
drop and die,But I'm gonna wave my freak flag
high, high.Wave on, wave onFall mountains, just don't fall
on meGo ahead on Mr.
Business man, you can't dress like me.Sing
on Brother, play on drummer.